“Yeah, yeah, Arius is nuts, okay. I was crazy to hang out with him, blah, blah, blah. You and my dad can have a long chat about it when you meet each other. I’m sure he’ll love to hear it.” Lyle turned his back to the glass and watched Rafe directly. “But let’s get the questions out of the way before we start in on the judgments.”
Rafe looked neither chastised nor affected by Lyle’s sarcasm. “Of course.”
“You know what I can’t figure out?” Lyle stood, flicked yesterday’s T-shirt off and yanked open a drawer. “I can’t figure out why you asked me if I was real when you were the one who called me there in the first place.”
Rafe frowned. “Called you?”
“Yeah, called me. I heard you.”
“Not me.” Rafe shrugged. “I can’t do that. You weren’t following my direction.” He lowered his head in what
